You walk past a phone booth, minding your own business, when suddenly you realize the phone inside is ringing. You open the door tentatively and step inside. After a final moment of hesitation, you answer the call.
“Seven AM. Myddleton Avenue. Meet you there.” You can barely make out this hoarse whisper, and before you can ask anything you are disconnected.
Write about the situation above. Include an apple.
What are you looking at me for? You won’t get any anwers from here – you have to write if you want to know who the caller was! Photo by Paul Martin Eldridge.